Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.